After I Died, He Died After Me Too - Chapter 41

Chapter 21.1

He gently lifted her and whispered in her ear.

“I just met with my father. I told him I was going to officially announce you as my personal Guide.”

He knew this wasn’t something she would be happy about. Still, at least it could give her a bit of freedom.

If that made her warm up to him even a little, maybe she would start to see him in a different light. Perhaps she would remember forgotten moments from the past and wonder about him. After all, they had been paired together, hadn’t they? He had hoped she would see Mikhail in him.

Even if he wasn’t the man he was now, he wished she would at least remember the person he had been back then. After all, when he was Mikhail, he had at least been different from who he was now.

“…So, does that mean you don’t have to be here anymore… Hhnt!”

Dexter swallowed the heat surging inside him and gently nibbled on the curve of her ear.

“I could lose control at any moment, and your awakening fever still hasn’t shown any signs of subsiding. I should stay by your side, shouldn’t I?”

As he traced his tongue along the curve of her ear and gave it a gentle bite, she shuddered. She kept pushing him away, even though just his touch made her react like this. Her repeated whispers about not wanting to do it with someone she didn’t love kept echoing in his ears.

‘Can she even love someone? Maybe she would never truly understand what love was.’

“Right now, it’s—”

Bianca was about to say she was fine, but he silenced her with a kiss. The slightest pull made it feel like nectar was dripping from her.

It was sweeter than biting into a ripe pomegranate.

His tongue slipped inside, brushing over her teeth as their saliva mingled. To him, even that was as sweet as honey, and he drank it in hungrily, deepening the kiss. He didn’t bother hiding the pheromones flowing from him as he lost himself in her. His desire burned so fiercely that he wanted to savor every inch of her pale skin.

Yes, maybe he was suffering from an illness that could never be cured.

Bianca let out a moan as he gripped her hips tightly. Dexter pinned her against the wall, his lips sealing over hers in a deep, hungry kiss. His hands slid over her body, tugging at her clothes, revealing the soft swell of her chest.

His gaze fell on the glass bottle resting on the table. It was clear she was determined not to ask for his help, no matter what.

‘Does she hate me that much?’

If she wasn’t used to asking for help, then all he had to do was make her get used to it.

“Bianca Astri, you’re enduring pain without saying a word or asking for my help.”

“Hhng, I-I don’t need help…”

She was stubborn to the end. She couldn’t even endure without the medicine, yet she had no recollection of what had happened the night before.

She must have been too afraid to face the truth, which was why she never questioned how her body had been cleaned.

“Are you really going to say you don’t need it? But Lady Astri, there’s something you don’t know, and I think you should hear it.”

“Wh, what—ahngh!”

Dexter wrapped his lips around her breast, sucking firmly. His teeth grazed her nipple with a teasing bite, his tongue swirling around it like candy on his tongue.

“Ahng…”

A pleased smile crossed his face as her moan spilled out, and he cupped her breast, kneading it in his hand.

Her body quivered, and heat pooled between her legs. After savoring her breasts for a while, Dexter finally set her down on the floor.

“Hhht…”

He steadied Bianca against the wall as she swayed, unable to stand properly. Then, grasping her hips, he pulled them back. Before she could protest, he hiked up her skirt and spread her cheeks apart with both hands.

“Huh, haah!”

He pressed his face between her thighs, dragging his tongue upward, making Bianca writhe in response.

“N-No, not there… it’s dirty… hngh! Huuhk…”

Her trembling voice was laced with need.

Dexter didn’t stop, letting his tongue glide from the curve of her buttocks to her perineum, making her head fall back. A wet sound filled the air, and Bianca wasn’t sure if it was his saliva or her own fluids spilled into his mouth. His tongue delved into her throbbing entrance.

“Haahng!”

Despite the lewd, slick sounds of her arousal, she still shook her head as if trying to resist.

Her inner walls fluttered, greedily drawing in his tongue. Even though he was merely prodding her with it, her entire body trembled violently as if overwhelmed. It didn’t take long before she reached her climax, her entrance tightening uncontrollably.

“Ahngh! Ah…!”

Her fluids spilled over, filling his mouth. Dexter wiped the slick moisture from his lips with his hand as his gaze fell on Bianca, who was trembling and curling up. If he hadn’t been supporting her waist, she would have collapsed to the floor.

“Lady Astri, do you really think you endured this all on your own?”

“Haht, w-what are you… ahngh!”